Michael Corbett - Mom_s loving sons

She grabbed his arm and pulled him toward her. Even as he swung a leg across her belly, she closed her hand over his soft cock and started stroking him. When he was in position, she pushed her huge tits together around his prick. She mashed her tits together hard and rubbed him feverishly. His cockhead was sticking out from between them, and she raised her head, kissed the tip of his prick, and laved it with her tongue.

She thrilled as she felt his cock slowly swell between her warm jugs. More and more of it stuck out from between them, and she snared his prick head between her wet lips. She held her head still and felt him go deeper into her mouth as his cock kept growing. She kneaded her tits constantly, shifting the pressure against his prick, exciting both her son and herself all the more. She tickled his shaft with her tongue. Greg pinched her aching nipples, pulled them, and bent them, and started helping with the kneading of her jugs.

At last he was totally hard, and she grunted happily as he began moving his hips, sliding his shaft between her twin mounds of tit flesh. When he went backward, she had to open her mouth to let him out, and she waited eagerly as she felt his prick moving through her jugs. Then she took some of his cock into her mouth when he came forward again.

Kyle poked his head forward and swiped Cassy's upper back with his tongue as he fucked her. He squeezed her tits on all sides, making them bulge oddly. He twisted them and pulled them down one at a time, stretching them as far as he could. On each fuck-stroke, he waited for her to start down and then he thrust upward to meet her. When his prick was buried in her, she rode him downward until his ass was against the chair-seat. Then she wiggled her butt around against him, stirring his cock around inside her clinging pussy. Then she rose slowly back up his rod, cunt-hugging it as she went. All the while, she kept massaging her clit.

"Fuck! Cunt! Tits! Prick! Pussy! Cock! Fuck!" she chanted. "Unh… unh… unh… unh! Fuck my slimy cunt! AaaaaAAAHHH! Shit on me! Jesus Christ! Fill my pussy with cock forever!"

Her pussy was ripped by convulsions as she came. Steaming juice rolled out of her cunt, bathing Kyle's nuts and making a puddle on his belly. She put her free hand on one of her tits and jerked insanely at the tender flesh. She drove up and down on his prick, furiously.

Stan wedged his hands under his mother's ass cheeks, and he began squeezing her buttocks every time he spiked his cock into her cunt. He never took more than half his prick out of her before thrusting into her again, but he wriggled his hips and used different angles in driving into her, sometimes pushing to one side or the other, sometimes up or down. And always he ground himself against her when he was all the way up her. Sometimes he made a few extra lunges, as if trying to get even farther into her belly, before he pulled back and stroked up her again. Her fuck-honey was soon running down his thighs and over her own ass cheeks, soaking his hands so that there was a vulgar squishing sound as he squeezed her big buttocks.

Anna let Greg take over the kneading of her tits. Slipping both hands past him, she began rubbing Stan's belly with one hand, and she stuck two fingers of her other hand into Greg's asshole.

Her eldest son groaned. He dug his fingers deep into her tits and moved his hips faster, picking up the speed of his cock as it slid through her tit meat. She kept taking some of his prick into her mouth and swirling her tongue over it whenever he was in range of her lips.

When she came, she wasn't sure which prick had had the most to do with spurring her into the orgasm – not that it made any difference. Both cocks heated her sensitive flesh and gave her pleasure, and the joy of her orgasm rocketed out to every nerve-ending in her body.

"Faster!" she wailed. "Fuck my sloppy tits add my dripping cunt faster, you sons of the biggest whore in the world! YOU'RE MAKING YOUR BIG MOMMA CUM!"

Both of them grunted, and they fucked her faster.

Cassy was hauling wildly at Kyle's prick with her juicy cunt. She was cumming again and she wanted to feel his jism shooting into her and scalding her pussy.

"Now, damn it, NOW; blow your rocks, you bastard! I crave your fuckin' cum!"

She grabbed his nuts and pulled, rubbed, and twisted, and he screeched, "Aaaaahhhh! You want it – here it is!" His prick bucked and fired his cum into her pussy in thick squirts.

Anna punched her two fingers farther into Greg's asshole and repeatedly pushed them apart and pulled them back together as if working a pair of scissors. Changing his hold on her tits, he wrapped his big hands around them as far as he could and yanked her jugs toward the ceiling as high as they would go. Anna screamed and came violently. Her contractions intensified when Greg twisted her high-stretched tits and rubbed her nipples against each other.

Pulling his cock back, he thrust his belly forward until he was against her jugs and his cock was pointed straight up, trapped between his belly and her tits. Then he worked some of her pliable tit flesh back until it was between his belly and his prick, surrounding his cock completely with jug meat. His prick-head was just under and pressed into the mounded-together flesh where her nipples met. His cock leaped, squirming against her tit flesh, and his cum blasted out. His jism was trapped by her tits and flooded downward between her jugs and his prick. When he finished shooting, she sucked off and swallowed the cum that had stuck to his cock.

After Greg climbed off her, Anna raised her head farther and licked up the cum that had stuck to her tits and run down in the deep valley between them. A little of Greg's shit was on two of her fingers, and she whiffed it. She found it pleasant and licked it up. Then she fingered her clit as Stan fucked her.

"I'm gonna shoot, Mom!" he cried.

"Good, baby, I love your jism!" she howled, and his man-juice socked into her cunt.

As soon as Anna had her breath, she said, "All right, let's go another round!"

Greg laughed. "Hold it," he said. "I just got up. I need to eat breakfast."

"Fine," his mother smiled, "just as long as I can suck your prick while you eat! And another of my sons can fuck my asshole or my cunt while I suck you!"

She had already known that she wasn't "normal" anymore, but as soon as she said this, Anna knew there was no hope that she could ever become normal again. And she was glad.

For most of the next three days, Anna's life was blissful. She was always full of lust that was soon satisfied, removed, then satisfied again. She and Cassy took the three boys' pricks time after time, and when the potent young cocks were exhausted for a while, the boys used their mouths on the cunts and tits.

But toward the end of the third day, Anna's bliss faded. The sex was as good as ever, but she remembered that Larry, her husband, would be getting home from his business trip tomorrow afternoon. She had promised her sons and Cassy that Cassy could stay and that she Anna would figure out a way to handle the boys' father, but Anna still didn't know how to handle him. There was something else Anna Miller didn't know, something that Cassy and the boys had not even mentioned, perhaps had not even thought about. When Larry got back, much of the easy, open sex around the house would have to stop, unless Anna could think of something. During the rest of summer vacation, she and the kids, could still have plenty of time during the day because Larry worked Monday through Friday and usually played golf on weekends. But after school started, the kids would not get home until late in the afternoon five days a week. Larry would usually get home two or three hours later. Sometimes he would work late, but she never knew exactly when he would. It was something that couldn't be depended upon.